Your Hand Opens And Closes And Opens

A Lover Knows Only Humility, He Has No Choice. He Steals Into Your Alley At Night, He Has No Choice. He Longs To Kiss Every Lock Of Your Hair, Don't Fret, He Has No Choice. In His Frenzied Love For You, He Longs To Break The Chains Of His Imprisonment, He Has No Choice.

To Change, You Must Face The Dragon Of Your Appetites With Another Dragon: The Life-energy Of The Soul.

When You Notice A Fault In Your Neighbour, Search For The Same In Yourself.

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say. I Don't Plan It. When I'm Outside The Saying Of It, I Get Very Quiet And Rarely Speak At All.

Oh Soul! You Worry Too Much. Your Arms Are Heavy With Treasures Of All Kinds.